Camping is for the Birds!

Seriously...I LOVE camping. I told Cam that when he is done with grad school I'm going to buy a pop-up tent trailer and we are going camping. I would love to have a little piece of vacation property that we can camp on. There is just about nothing better than a hot dog and a marshmallow on an open fire....mmmmmm. I know the boys would love it too. Cam's not fond of camping...he says he got all "camped out" in the Boy Scouts and the Army. Too bad...we are going and it's going to be FUN. We have gone camping about 5 times in 14 years. Most of them were fun but the last time we went it was really BAD. We camped at the ocean on the Oregon coast. Tuba was 9 and Mr. P was 2. Just after pitching our tent and setting up camp it started to rain. We went to bed in a light drizzle. We woke up to a hurricane force winds and rain...well, nearly. Our tent would blow all the way down to our faces and then snap back up. You could hear the wind whipping the ocean up and it sounded like a huge tidal wave was going to come over the sand bar and wipe us out. Cam and I laid there awake most of the night...the boys slept peacefully. Our air mattress lost all it's air about 20 minutes after going to bed so we were now uncomfortable and scared. As soon as it was barely light out we got up. Our fire pit was a huge lake. Our bedding was all soaked...we were in a waterproof tent too. Cam took one look around and declared, "pack it up, we are going home!". The boys and I balked and instead booked a hotel. The weather ended up getting nice too.
Anyway...this cute bird house was made by the guy who came out to clean our chimney. He sells them out of his van. I couldn't resist it...at least the birds have a camper until I can get one.